Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I cried... until my voice died I point to this light until I reach that place

My eyes are wasted, I can't see anything, I don't feel anythingI'm only relying on groping in this unclear scenery I'm not stopped from dying from this anxietyI'm afraid of being all alone I'm getting mad at the feeling of alienation I can't escape from hereMy head hurts cruelly The nausea won't stop I'd rather die

if these eyes didn't know the ray

I cried... until my voice died I point to this light until I reach that placeI cried... So much that my throat was burning until I am able to escape this place which is without light

A heavy weight is pressing down on me I have had more than enough of this anxiety and this despairWherever I am, gradually I don't understand anyone anymoreI cling onto someone to live but this is so painfully painfulIt would be much better to die this is what I'm always thinking